Sarah Clark, the second-grader, up at five in the morning to wail on the family’s living room piano, is all grown up and is on the eve of releasing her first album. I’ve had the pleasure of seeing Sarah play in Toronto and she sounds so much beyond her years, pulling from folk and pop influences. She sings with intensity and purpose, showcasing her talents for all of keys, vocals, and guitar.

For a Saturday afternoon project, I’ve made chocolate bran muffins, and man-Oh-man, have they turned out to be Boring As Shit. Baked perfectly, sized exactly, if they were more interesting I’d be proud, but instead I’m stuck with eleven more choco-styro-balls.

‘Well sure lady, but you gotta slow down anyway to accommodate for everyone else who wants to listen to your stereo.’

I’ve had the same tires for a long time, and I can conclusively say, I don’t drive like a jerk. Brakes and tires wear out faster if you drive aggressively, and I apparently don’t. The peppy car and I are back on the road, full steam ahead.